Okay, this chapter is not for people who are easily disgusted and/or horrified. I'm not going to actually write the action but I'm going to imply it.
27 BBY, Kashyyyk:
Six years! It took six years to be ready to go back. Orange eyes, with a hint of red in them, opened to the blue light of hyperspace. It was a long and painful six years, the training that Dooku gave Draggar was practically torture. He thought back on the training he had gone through in those six years.
Battling with multiple training droids after being starved for ten days, being electrocuted for the tiniest of mistake. The scars on his body were numerous but his fur mostly covered them up. Left on planets, with extreme hot or extreme cold temperatures, to survive on his own for months at a time. One time Dooku had left Draggar once on the original planet of the Sith, Korriban...once. Draggar may have barely survived but he found something that was valuable to his training. A Sith holocron that he was able to hide from Dooku.
When he was alone, Draggar opened it to find a holocron of the Darth Nox better known as Lady Kallig or the Outlander, who saved the galaxy from the Eternal Empire. In hindsight, Draggar might not have opened it. Darth Nox was even more of a sadist than Dooku ever was. The Force Lightning felt even more painful, his body felt it almost melting.
Draggar stood to his feet, an ungodly height of two hundred and forty one centimeters tall, hair was white as snow and his eyes showed but pure anger and exquisite joy. Joy of finally getting his revenge. Revenge on his former clan that nearly sold him to slavery.
A beeping from the panel warned Draggar that he was nearing his home planet. He pressed the right buttons and pulled back a lever to see the green and blue planet of Kashyyyk emerge.
Draggar flew his ship, a black hybrid between a Scimitar Sith Infiltrator and a Fury class Interceptor, pass the planet's atmosphere and landed it in a clearing near his old village. As he walked down the landing ramp the sunlight showed the armour Draggar wore.
A black, with a couple of red lights, pauldron on his right shoulder with two black gauntlets on his right and left forearms. Both the pauldron and the gauntlet were made of Mandalorian armor which he 'acquired' when he killed a Mandalorian contracted to kill Dooku by rival noble on Serenno.
On his chest Draggar wore black, light armour made of cortosis. It didn't look intimidating but it was practical against blaster bolts. Which Draggar would face when he reaches his village. For his lower body Draggar 'acquired' more cortosis ore and had lower body armour constructed. It was black as well, but didn't cover his feet, only from his hip to his shins. To finish off his attire was a black, hooded cloak that was attached to the underside of his single pauldron, however the cloak flowed over the left side of his body. Covering it, leaving the right side of his body visible.
Which brings us to his weapons, his lightsabers. Draggar had constructed two lightsaber that were rare and unorthodox.
Two long handled lightsabers. The blades were the iconic red of the Sith. The hilts were two feet in length and the blades at six feet in length. Draggar was able to achieve this length by using two synthetic standard crystals in each hilt, making the blades even more powerful and dangerous.
'I've never tried them against the Jedi's lightsabers. I hope to see if the synthetic crystals can do what the texts and holocrons say.' Draggar thought to himself as he looked up at Kashyyyk's sun, and smiled.
"Soon...Soon I will destroy my past, and achieve my vengeance." Draggar growled with hate, but decided to wait until night. It will be easier to destroy his village when visibility was low.
Finishing his thoughts, Draggar walked into the forest to find some place to hold up. The familiar mud and trees of the Shadowlands greeted Draggar like an old friend. However the Wookie did not care about the Shadowlands.
Draggar stopped in his walk. He closed his eyes and increased his senses with the force.
Fifty metres.
Thirty five metres.
Draggar could sense multiple feet or paws hitting the sticks and mud. He turned to his right to see a herd of Katrans running towards him. Visions of his childhood entered his mind, however blocked the vision. The life of a coward and a child.
He turned to face the herd of Katrans head on. He is not afraid of them anymore.
The herd was getting closer and closer, some licking their lips at the idea of eating a Wookie.
Suddenly, they stopped and bowed in submission. If someone were to look at the scene of a herd of Katrans bowing to an armoured, albino Wookie, it would look weird but to Draggar, he was using the Force Power that is Beast Control.
When Draggar was left on other worlds, like Felucia or Korriban, Beast Control came second nature to him, like breathing it was a reflex. Any animal or beast on these planets fell to his will. For months and years he practised Beast Control so much, he could bend the will of any animal without even looking at them. He only stares at them because he feels an odd satisfaction when he bends their will.
"Go towards the village, that's east of here, and attack them. Try to kill any Wookie you come across!" Draggar ordered the herd, who didn't nod or give an action that they understood. They just ran towards the village.
Draggar looked upwards to see a hole inside a tree and used the power of the force to jump onto the branch. Draggar laid inside the hollow tree, and looked through the leaves, and branches to see his former village about a mile away.
Draggar put his head back and closed his eyes, but a smile grew on his face when he heard the village horn sound that meant an attack.
Flashback:
A fourteen year old Draggar was inside his room in Count Dooku's mansion. One of the rare times he had a break from training. He had just come from Korriban and had smuggled a Sith holocron. Trying to make sure Dooku doesn't discover it.
Draggar looked down at the red and golden pyramid with annoyance. For hours he tried to open the infernal thing but nothing worked. When his anger reached its peak, he grabbed the holocron tightly and threw it across the room. It smacked against the wall and landed harmlessly on the floor, not a dent on it.
"Open, damn you!" Draggar roared at the holocron. When he saw the holocron had not done anything, he clenched his fists before sitting down on his bed. His back facing the holocron.
Click
Draggar sharply turned around to the holocron to see the pyramid spread out, and turn into a bright blue colour. Allowing Draggar to see a small dodecahedron with a faint blue light shining from it.
The dodecahedron then made a noise similar to a holo-communicator, before a transparent, blue figure appeared before Draggar. The figure was an elderly human female, wearing a balance between clothing and ceremonial armour, and a high ponytail flowing down to her lower back.
"Greetings acolyte. This is the holocron of Darth Nox, a member of the Dark Council and leader of the Pyramid of Knowledge. Inside this holocron is the conscience of Darth Nox, who thought it would be beneficial for future Sith to learn knowledge from a Dark Council member." Darth Nox said with a robotic way of speaking, but then blinked, as if she had woken up from a long sleep.
Nox looked around to set her eyes on Draggar, with slight surprise appearing in her eyes.
"A Wookie. You are a rare one among acolytes. So what did you want to learn acolyte. Lightsaber combat? Alchemy? Or philosophy?" Nox offered the young Wookie. Draggar didn't know what to say, training was given to him on a silver platter, but something bothered him.
"What's the catch? I imagine you don't give out training for nothing?" Draggar wondered, he shivered when he saw Nox smile sadistically.
"What makes you think you can survive it? I plan on breaking you into pieces and rebuilding you into a proper Sith. I am Darth Nox, who has bound numerous Sith ghosts to my body, who has killed numerous Jedi. So if you think that I'm handing out training easily, then you're wrong. The thousands of wanna be Sith who have come and learn from me have either failed me or died. So prepare acolyte to see if you meet my standards." Nox had the now worried Wookie, with the sadistic smirk, now from cheek to cheek.
Flashback over:
Draggar opened his eyes, his mouth still showing the smile from the memories of meeting Nox. The conscious recording taught Draggar numerous powers ranging from Force Lightning, Force Scream, Force Rage and many more.
Draggar looked outside to see it was finally night time. He looked at his former village to see the numerous guards and families walking around. His fists clenched. How dare they have a happy family while he was scorned!
Draggar jumped down to the forest floor and walked towards the tree, that his village was built on. Reaching towards one of his lightsabers, Draggar pulled his hood over his head and when he reached the tree, he gathered Force Energy in his legs. When he reached the optimal amount of energy, Draggar jumped from the ground.
Draggar saw one of the village's platforms fast approaching, and decided to flip his body mid-air to make sure he landed feet first onto the platform. Looking around he himself in front of the gate, of his former village.
"Who goes there?!"Draggar heard a loud growl from above. He turned his eyes to see two watchtowers, on either side of the wooden gate, with several Wookies inside them. Draggar stood there silently making the guards worried, so they grabbed their bowcasters and spears. Keeping their guards up in case this was an attacker.
Draggar felt their hesitance and smiled. At least the village didn't get lax with their protection. He put his right foot forward and put his hands together, like he was holding a ball. Suddenly, he threw his hands forward towards the the gate.
And with a massive bang, the gates and the watchtowers that had the Wookies inside them, flew backwards. Smashing into several houses, wounding or killing any Wookies nearby. A massive horn sound startled the whole village.
Draggar walked through the wreckage, that was once a gate, and stood silently. Then over a hundred Wookies, carrying bowcasters and other weapons. A tense moment grew fast inside the entrance to the village, when Draggar grabbed one of his long handled lightsabers and activated it. The sound of the lightsaber activating caused a switch to flip in the Wookies minds and the ones with a bowcaster fired at Draggar.
With ease, Draggar blocked with his lightsaber and even redirected a few blaster bolts back at the firing squad. His deflections and body language showing a combination of the Shien variant of form V, and form III Soresu. After a full minute of blaster fire, Draggar outstretched his free hand, making every Wookie in front of him soar into buildings or other Wookies.
Draggar quickly jumped through the air and slew any Wookies in his way in quickly. Several Wookies ran towards him with a war cry, but they stopped and felt something squeezing their throats. They grasped at their throats to try and relieve the pressure but to no avail. The sudden snap of necks echoed throughout the village, followed by the thuds of bodies.
All of that was in just two minutes and for the next thirty, Draggar slaughtered every Wookie that tried to stop him, he even caused a massive fire to spread through the village with his Force Lightning. After killing anyone in his way, Draggar found himself in front of a massive, wooden building.
"The village hall, if I recall." Draggar thought out loud and was about to walk away but the sudden feeling of relief came from the hall. Draggar stopped before turning towards the main door. He grew a smirk...and kicked the door off it's hinges with his foot.
The scream of Wookie females and cubs welcomed Draggar. He stood in the doorframe like death had come to take their souls. Which is accurate.
The Wookie mothers and females looked at Draggar with fear. Unable to see his face, only the right side of his body and his lightsaber.
Draggar glared back, gathering his hatred for what he was about to do.
He went to his belt...for his other lightsaber. He unhooked it and poked it through his cloak, showing the end of it to the Wookies.
Snap-hisss
And activated it.
Draggar was walking through the still burning remains of the village. His face not showing pain or remorse for his actions. It only showed great satisfaction.
Draggar exited the forest and entered his ship, without looking back. His memories of pain and betrayal. Destroyed and forgotten.
He flew the ship away from Kashyyyk and towards Serenno.
Towards the start of his new destiny.
Okay, this was a risk to not turn off your enjoyment for this fic, or instantly try and get me kicked off fanfiction.
However, a point. Anakin Skywalker did pretty much the exact same thing and they showed a small hologram of it later in the film.
Besides think about it from his perspective, he has been born into a village that scorned him for his entire life, and he has been trained in the dark side for SIX YEARS. So Draggar wants revenge against his village. To get rid of his pain and suffering, to get rid of those memories.
Also last chapter I said that I was boggled on why there was no force-sensitive Wookies?
Someone did reply saying George Lucas decided he didn't like the idea. So I'm going to clarify.
I meant why has none done a FANFICTION about a force sensitive Wookie before?
See ya. It's the start of the (god awful) Attack of the Clones film, and a mixture of the Clone Wars 2D animated series and the 3D Clone Wars animated series.